Hey guys, since I'm feeling a little writers block with my other story, Stunned Silence, I decided to start on this one. It just came to me the other day and I'm hoping you like it :) It's going to be sort of a song-fic, because i have music for each chapter that i'll post at the beginning of each. So i hope you enjoy and reviews are welcome :)

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Song: Thistle & Weeds by: Mumford and Sons
Takes place sometime after 2x03

Elena was frustrated, to say the least. Stefan had left for the weekend, to tend to some business with an old friend…and he had brought Caroline. He claimed that she couldn't be left by herself, it was just too risky. Elena had scoffed when he told her; risky was leaving her all by her lonesome, while big bad Katherine sauntered around the town doing who the hell knows what with the local townsfolk. It wasn't even like the unmentionable brother was stable; in fact he was an absolute mess, so protecting her and the town from Katherine was definitely not on his mind. To add to her frustration, it was raining, hard. Elena sighed and looked at the clock in her car, it read 12:48. She had planned on staying at Bonnie's tonight, but she decided against it; just wanting to sleep in her own bed tonight. It started raining harder if that was even possible, and it unnerved her. Just a few more minutes and I'll be home she reasoned. The car came to a stop at the red light about a mile from her house.

"This damn light," she groaned.

She had always hated this light; it literally took forever to change. All Elena could think of was getting home to the comfort of her own home, and the street was deserted, so she decided to just run the light before anyone came along. What she didn't see was the speeding pickup truck about 20 feet from her. She peeled out and started to make the turn when she finally saw it. She never even made the full turn before the silver puck up rammed into her full force. The blow was so bad that her car turned over a few times before sliding into the dirt on the side of the road.

Elena was out just seconds after the impact of the truck forced her car over. The truck wasn't in much better shape either, but the man driving was able to stumble out of his damaged car. He was drunk, but sober enough to call 911 for an ambulance. The man made his way through the rain over to Elena's car, to see how much damage he had done. Before he could even see into the car, the man tripped and slid down the mud, resulting in him falling unconscious, in his already drunken state. Unfortunately for the both of them, Elena's car started up in flames, while they lay still, and unconscious.

Meanwhile, somewhere across town: Damon Salvatore sat alone by the fire, bourbon in hand. He was contemplating the meaning of his life and other bullshit like that. Katherine had royally fucked him over and he was going to sulk himself into oblivion. Well, more like drink himself into oblivion. He looked at the clock on the wall; 12:48. He thought about Elena then. He hadn't seen her in a while; not after she told him that she would never be his friend again. Deep down Damon didn't really blame the girl. He had put her through so much shit; he was surprised she even talked to him at all. He wondered what she was doing right now, seeing as Stefan had asked him to clean himself up and watch over her for 2 days. He might as well get his sorry ass up and check on Elena, though he clearly knew she was probably tucked in her bed, safe and sound. Little did he know, the girl he loved was close to death; trapped in her car.

The paramedics were on the scene of the accident within minutes. When they saw what they had in store for them, they feared the worst. Luckily it was raining too hard for the fire to keep up, so Elena hadn't been harmed by it, but they had to use the Jaws of Life before they could get her body out of the vehicle. They indeed got her out, and immediately put her on the stretcher; she was bleeding profusely and it would only be a matter of time before she lost too much. One of the paramedics was able to get her cell phone out of her pocket, to look for a number to call. She first tried Jenna's cell. No answer; Jenna was on a date with Alaric tonight, she wouldn't have heard it go off. Second on the list was Stefan. Again, there was no answer. The woman then tried the third and final number listed under emergency contacts: Damon.

Across town Damon was still slowly making his way over to Elena's. Just to make sure her perfect little world was still perfect, he thought bitterly. He stopped.

"Fuck it," he voiced to no one. Why should he have to go over there? Elena and her family were nothing to him, why should he care what happens to her? It was too late though, he was already standing in front of her house; ready to go on up and giver her a good scare. Damon slowly made his way up; hoping she wasn't awake. If she was she would most likely be writing about how awful the big bad Damon was, in her pathetic journal. Once he was up there though, he saw that she was in fact not there. Weird he thought. Just then, as if someone had read his thoughts, his phone buzzed, flashing Elena's name on the screen. He contemplated answering it for a split second, but something told him she wouldn't be calling him if it weren't important.

"What," he answered flatly. He didn't even attempt a snarky line; he was just too tired of it.

"Hello? …Sir? Your friend's been in a serious accident, and we're taking her to the hospital, but we can't seem to reach anyone else," the woman yelled over the sound of the sirens.

Damon froze; he hadn't heard anything past accident.

"I'll be right there," he answered, almost mechanically. He practically flew to the hospital from there, but he almost wished he hadn't. When Damon arrived at the ER doors, he was greeted with a sight that would be permanently etched into his memory. Elena was a bloody mess; clothes tattered, with gashes all over. They were even pumping air into her, it seemed, as if one of her lungs had collapsed. He heard someone speak to him as they rushed her in to evaluate how bad her condition really was, but he wasn't really listening. He was being told that he could wait in the ER waiting room while they prepped her for immediate surgery, but that was all; he would have to wait until they knew the full extent of her injuries. Damon hadn't even bothered to compel any of the doctors, he just sat there. He sat there and waited, as his mind came up with the worst scenarios possible. What was even more horrible was the image of her that kept replaying in his head. If he had his way, he would give her some blood, and boom, shed be all better. But Damon's emotions got the better of him, as they seemed to be doing lately; sitting and waiting was all he could do. And for the first time in a long time, Damon was scared.

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